It's reasonable to have more than 100 million vests in the world of science, right?

Shirley calmed herself down and looked at them with a cold look, "What are you doing here?"

"We came to see you~" Bertrand jumped up to her, with a smile on his face like a little sun.

But it’s hard to feel the warm little sun from above.

"Shirley~ I heard you were looking for your sister?"

Bertrand looked up at her.

"What did you do to my sister!?"

When it came to her sister, Shirley's composure could barely be maintained and she asked Bertrand sharply.

Bertrand curled his lips and hugged the cat tighter, "So fierce..."

But the next second his mood changed again. He took a few steps back and swayed on tiptoe with a smile on his face. "Your sister is here~~"

He paused, pinching his chin with his fingers, "But~it's a corpse!"

Shirley's body suddenly stiffened. She felt suffocated by the sudden news. She reached out and suddenly grabbed Bertrand's wrist, "Give my sister back to me!"

She opened her eyes wide, and there seemed to be a few tears in her eyes, but she held them back.

She grasped it very hard, and saw a faint bruise appear on her white and tender wrist. Bertrand stared at it silently, and then crystal tears fell from her eyes.

Tears as big as beans rolled down his cheeks and fell onto the cat bag, soaking the fur on it.

Gin sensed something was wrong and took a closer look, then saw Bertrand crying silently.

He couldn't help but frown and glanced at Shirley who was holding his wrist.

He then pulled out a gun and shot her in the arm.

Of course, the bullet just grazed her arm.

But the sudden stinging sensation made Shirley subconsciously let go of Bertrand's hand.

She covered her injured arm, lowered her head and remained silent.

Gin walked forward, pulled Bertrand up and turned to leave. When he reached the door, his cold and emotionless voice sounded.

"The organization is not short of researchers with brains like you. It's just short of researchers who are young and smart like you."

Then he glanced at the people beside him and ordered, "Put her under house arrest and release her when she is willing to continue."

"Yes."

This depressing atmosphere makes many people feel uneasy.

With tears still in his eyes, Bertrand looked back at Shirley.

I could clearly see the hatred in her eyes, as well as a little fear hidden deep inside.

He turned his gaze away indifferently, lowered his head and looked at his wrist which had turned purple in just a moment. He pursed his lips, and an unknown dark light flashed in his clear eyes.

Back in the car, Gin glanced at the silent and depressed baby-faced man holding his bag, and subconsciously wanted to light a cigarette. He looked at him coldly, "Aren't you usually good at fighting? Why don't you hide this time?"

Bertrand was stunned for a moment, and a muffled voice came out through the bag: "I am so pitiful, and you are still mean to me."

Gin:?

"You're pitiful?"

His tone was as if he had heard some huge joke.

Bertrand paused again, then sighed and raised his wrist. "Look, my wrist has turned a horrible color."

Glancing at the blue and purple wrist.

Gin:......

He let out a light sigh, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, then stepped on the accelerator and returned to the safe house, letting Vodka apply medicine to Bertrand.